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Chapter 122 Entwined Love and Hatred

Victoria stood by the window, gazing at the old trees and the few pedestrians on the street outside.

The day was fading, and the long twilight cas melancholic light.

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Her reflection on the window glass looked aged and solitary.

Her brow was furrowed, each wrinkle seemingly carrying questions

and worries.

Her gaze was empty yet penetrating, as if she could see through people’s hearts with its coldness.

She turned around, her eyes filled with a mix of reproach and helplessness.

Speaking to her son Benson, she said, “You should have seen this coming when you were at the hospital. That Mary is clueless. Even if you divorce Yvonne, she’ll never be welcomed here.”

Her tone was calm yet firm, as if stating an indisputable fact.

Benson rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He loosened his tie, trying to ease the tightness of his shirt.

Then he slumped onto the sofa, closing his eyes in an attempt to dispel the turmoil and pressure in his mind.

“What marriage? I haven’t even touched her.” His voice was hoarse, revealing inner struggle and helplessness.

Victoria was initially taken aback by his words, then she turned, her gaze flashing with surprise and confusion.

Her sharp eyes fixed on Benson, as if trying to extract the truth from his expression and body language.

“You haven’t touched her? All these years, I thought she was your true.

love.”

Benson sighed, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at his mother’s stern face, etched by time.

“She makes money for the company.” This was the first time he explained the matter to his parents, his voice somewhat low.

Furrowing his brow, he continued, “Our relationship isn’t what you think. It’s more of a business cooperation than an emotional entanglement.”

He felt uneasy, realizing that the more he knew Yvonne, the deeper he got entangled.

Yvonne opened her heavy eyelids, a restless night having disrupted her usually calm sleep.

Her vision gradually focused on Benson’s deep, abyss–like eyes standing by the bed.

The night had given his eyes an extra depth, as if they could swallow all the light.

Yet, facing this daunting depth, Yvonne felt no fear.

She knew that ever since she chose this path, all possibilities were within her expectations.

The room was filled with a stifling silence, the air seeming to solidify.

Benson slowly stood up from the sofa, his tall figure appearing even more shadowy in the dim light.

He moved closer, and the storm seemed to follow his steps.

Yvonne sensed the approaching storm, but surprisingly, when he

spoke, it was only to ask, “Are you hungry?”

His voice was softer than expected, but it carried an unmistakable

weariness.

Yvonne, nestled in the soft bedding, responded with a mix of morning fatigue and mockery, “What do you think?”

Her stomach had started protesting hours ago.

Having skipped breakfast and spent the entire morning in turmoil and anxiety, her hunger was intense.

Benson’s facial muscles tightened slightly, and he responded coldly,” Serves you right!” His tone was filled with anger and accusation.

He bent down, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him.

His eyes blazed with anger and discontent, as if seeking answers from her composed gaze..

“Quite the attitude, hmm?” His words dripped with sarcasm.

Yvonne responded nonchalantly, “Not bad.” Her voice was calm, almost cold.

Her gaze was steady, showing no signs of evasion.

Everything she did was her own choice, her own plan.

In her script, everyone played their roles according to her expectations, including Benson.

Inwardly, she felt a tinge of regret for Mary, knowing that Mary was unlikely to secure the much–coveted lead role in “Urban Escape” due to Yvonne’s careful scheming.

Benson was silent for a moment, his gaze falling on Yvonne’s lips, slightly swollen and glossy from his passionate kisses, leaving him momentarily entranced.

Unable to resist, he leaned in to kiss her again, but she deftly turned her head, avoiding his touch.

“What, now that you’ve achieved your goal, you don’t even pretend anymore?”

His tone was filled with sarcasm and disappointment, his eyes flashing with deep–seated pain.

At that moment, his heart felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, realizing everything had been part of her plan and manipulation.

Yvonne didn’t respond, merely looking at him silently, her expression blank but her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Benson lingered for a while, as if trying to replace more answers in her silence.

Finally, he let go of her chin and walked away.

Yvonne took a deep breath, listening to his footsteps fading in the hallway and the sound of the door closing.

Reflecting on everything that had transpired, she wondered how it differed from her expectations, what flaws remained in her plan.

Although the scene hadn’t unfolded exactly as she’d envisioned, Yvonne knew the game was far from over.

As the evening approached, the room was bathed in the weak twilight.

Benson quietly brought food to Yvonne, placing it on the small table

in front of her.

Yvonne, having just changed her clothes, felt her stomach growl loudly, indicating her hunger.

Her desire for food made her disregard etiquette, and she ate voraciously, as if this meal was her salvation after days of deprivation.

Benson leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke spiraling slowly upward. His expression carried a hint of

melancholy and regret.

His eyes, drifting through the swirling smoke, appeared particularly heavy with thought.

He had once intentionally let Yvonne misunderstand his relationship with Mary, creating deliberate misund andings as a silent rebellion against her intrusion into his life.

Watching the video revealing the truth, Benson felt a surge of intense guilt and remorse, wanting to atone for past mistakes.

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However, simple. At the hospital, a series of misunderstandings deepened the rift between them.

Yvonne, with one disappointment after another, became increasingly complex in her emotions.

“She’s really not my lover, I’ve never touched her.”

Benson’s voice was low, filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

His fingers gently brushed the ash, as if touching the pain deep in his heart.

Nearby, Yvonne continued eating while listening to his explanation.

She remembered this wasn’t the first time he had said this.

Just as she turned to get some water, she saw Benson’s public statement confirming his marriage and claiming his relationship with Mary was purely professional.

Yet even so, Yvonne found it hard to fully believe him.

The recent events had plunged her into a deep dilemma, the pain and disappointment making her doubt his every word.

Chap 122 Unted Love and Hatred

Fear gripped her once more, making her tremble.

She was afraid that every time she hoped for something from

Benson, she would be brutally let down.

So, she decided never to let herself be moved by him again. All she needed was the truth.

Was Mary involved in the Winstead family tragedy?